I sat on the confession chair
My soul is in deep sorrow
And around me are four wolves
And the fifth of them sits in front of me for investigation
They look at me with harsh, frightening looks
They record my statements with terrible pressure
The investigator shouts at me you did this
So I say no and my soul is tense
And tears fill my eyes
How could I not, when I am a little child
I am in the investigation room?
About the Creator
Kisama Riyo
I have always been interested in poetry and essay, especially rhyme style, so I decided to post my essay here and see if I have any talent in poetry or not.
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